β ( she already threw her phone across the room. burying her head in the pillow. ) β
ππ οΉ π³πππrabbit.@jaxtheveil.bsky.social Β· 4mo agoβ π: ohh. π: you drew that? β
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β so you'll take the night shift, @jaxtheveil.bsky.social. β ββββ you came along at the wrong time, @n0ndimension.bsky.social. β
ππ οΉ π³πππrabbit.@jaxtheveil.bsky.social Β· 4mo agoβ β€οΈ: .............. β€οΈ: gh β€οΈ: ghbgdcjjjgfhkkk ( sent a photo. ) β
ππ οΉ π³πππrabbit.@jaxtheveil.bsky.social Β· 4mo agoβ π: oh π: well what did you delete!!!!!!! π: gangle!!!! β
β ( EEK. she should've just left the message there. ) β€οΈ: ummmmm nothing it was nothing!!!!!!! β
ππ οΉ π³πππrabbit.@jaxtheveil.bsky.social Β· 4mo agoβ π: ? π: what was that π: show me what that was β
β ( texting . . . ) ( sent a photo to @jaxtheveil.bsky.social. ) ( message deleted. ) β€οΈ: oops wrong person! β
β β βΈ» can we even overdose here? someone got amazing digital narcan? β β
( ooc ) hi. yes jax is a girl still don't worry
β h-hi ! it's nice to see you around instead of this colony of jaxes . . . β
ZOOBLE@boxofparts.bsky.social Β· 4mo agoπ Hey, Gangle.
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β ( she freezes as he touches her face, never knowing how hard he might hit or how timid he may touch. a gasp as he scoops her up, weak ribbons unfurling. oh, no . . . ) o ββ of course ! that's not what i meant . . . β
βΉ ΰ£ͺ Λ ΰ»κ± Eαͺ Gαα©αIOαO α² α° έ έα£έ@bunnyinthebox.bsky.social Β· 4mo agoβ β β β β β β β β β ( as exactly as he wants her to react. gloved paw reaches out to porcelain mask, and attempt of a gentle pat which ended up too rough. pressing down before gripping her ribbon shoulders and pick her up. ) &&. β β β β
β ( she hunches in on herself, starting to back up as he invades her space. ) i . . . just thought i should say hi. β
βΉ ΰ£ͺ Λ ΰ»κ± Eαͺ Gαα©αIOαO α² α° έ έα£έ@bunnyinthebox.bsky.social Β· 4mo agoβ β β β β β β β β β ( haaa ? head tilt and bending to the side down near her level ) quiet ? well, that quietness has to go now, ribbons. ( pulling on a big, wide, awful grin on his face. scary ... what was he pretending ? ) β β β β
β mm . . . ( wringing her hands together. nervous . . . ) it's been quiet without you, y-yeah. β
βΉ ΰ£ͺ Λ ΰ»κ± Eαͺ Gαα©αIOαO α² α° έ έα£έ@bunnyinthebox.bsky.social Β· 4mo agoβ β β β β β β β β β it's been so long. you don't look like ya miss me, didn't you ? i'm fine. β β β β
β ( she watches as he leaves again, again without an apology, again without comfort. briefly, she wonders if she should go after him, but there's a more mature voice in her head telling her that it's not her responsibility. maybe she should go to that voice, now. ) β
ππ οΉ π³πππrabbit.@jaxtheveil.bsky.social Β· 4mo agoβ ( no, they aren't. and as her saddened, gentle voice hits his ears, they pin back against his head. he huffs a heavy breath inward, and then shoves the now broken mask into his overalls pocket. his nose scrunches at her, and he turns tail to go. ) okay. β
β ( the silence kills her, watching him helplessly click the two fractured halves together. the tears come on thick, heavy weight in her chest pulling her down. she tries to talk through them, always quick to fawn. ) it's . . . it's okay, jax. it's okay . . . β
ππ οΉ π³πππrabbit.@jaxtheveil.bsky.social Β· 4mo agoβ ( when it snaps, the black of his eyes drifts to where the pieces separate. his mouth presses down until it's a thin line, and then gone from his face entirely. he clinks the two halves together in his hands, like puzzle pieces. ears twitch at the quiet clinks. ) ( he's silent now. ) β
β ( her ribbon hands wring together in growing nerves, feeling her breath quicken as those eyes & teeth grow, taking up much of his face. she's recalled to times where he's mauled her with those sharp teeth . . . ) jax . . . β
ππ οΉ π³πππrabbit.@jaxtheveil.bsky.social Β· 4mo agoβ ( he'll have only himself to blame when his anger rises later, when he's suddenly angry at her lowering self esteem. ) quit giving me the sad-sack act! you've got a cheery new mask, so act how you wanna! really rub it in my face. c'mon. ( his pupils are blown wide, teeth on display. ) β
β ( a little whine at his cruelty, trying to look away. the semi-permanent henna ink does not wipe off easily, meant to last for a few weeks. it doesn't budge as his thumb wipes roughly over her cheek. she feels so ugly now . . . ) c'mon, jax. don't be mad . . . i didn't wanna make you mad. β
ππ οΉ π³πππrabbit.@jaxtheveil.bsky.social Β· 4mo agoβ ( the draw away from him only leads him to further believe she's trying to escape him again. the corners of his smile twitch. ) yeah, because you've been off with WHOEVER doing this all day. but suuure! yeah! let's play make-over now. ( a clawed thumb presses down again, this time with the -
β ( a wince. she can taste the bitterness in his tone like liquor, fogging her head as porcelain begins to buck under his death grip. the pressure is teasing for a crack, & she tries to pull away a little bit. ) please, don't be mad. we can do it right now. i haven't seen you all day. β
ππ οΉ π³πππrabbit.@jaxtheveil.bsky.social Β· 4mo agoβ ( unfortunately, he memorizes things about her like the back of his hand. he knows she's lying; but he wants her to keep lying. to dig herself deeper. ) right right. sure. because you have soooo much time for me. ( he squeezes harder. ) β